tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.comments2013-10-07T19:49:26.283-05:00ThirteenCatsstlcatladynoreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-32867346903413183952013-10-07T19:49:26.258-05:002013-10-07T19:49:26.258-05:00OMC - I have leaky eyes here. What a beautiful st...OMC - I have leaky eyes here. What a beautiful story and you told it so very well. Unfortunately, it is probably a typical story that many could tell. Homelessness is so sad as is the homelessness among the animal community! I do hope he is adopted into a good home.mariodacatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-73868685555262919082012-12-26T15:52:56.773-06:002012-12-26T15:52:56.773-06:00Facebook. It&#39;s a hoot, aint it??? I love it th...Facebook. It&#39;s a hoot, aint it??? I love it that we can unfriend each other instead of dueling with guns or poisoning wells. And all those people I&#39;ve unfriended for saying stupid anti-vegan stuff? I can still usually talk to them at parties about fireplaces and car repair services and will even share booze. Gives me a reason to rejoice.Constantiahttp://profile.yahoo.com/XKVCHLNSFNGW224JY3P6QLGVM4noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-92222476053830031772012-12-18T20:12:50.288-06:002012-12-18T20:12:50.288-06:00Excellent post and well said. We don&#39;t need ...Excellent post and well said. We don&#39;t need to go back to the days where women used coat hanger wires and literally butchered themselves trying to perform an abortion. I firmly believe in the &quot;right to have a choice&quot;. It&#39;s an individual decision.Mariodacatsmomnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-54824005653110445702012-11-08T18:50:28.393-06:002012-11-08T18:50:28.393-06:00I know, right? Maybe I&#39;ll try him on cheesebur...I know, right? Maybe I&#39;ll try him on cheeseburgers next!Stlcatlady1noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-12733614831184242412012-11-08T17:35:07.329-06:002012-11-08T17:35:07.329-06:00Blended canned cat food? Oh for god&#39;s sakes! C...Blended canned cat food? Oh for god&#39;s sakes! Cats bring out the Crazy in us all.Constantiahttp://profile.yahoo.com/XKVCHLNSFNGW224JY3P6QLGVM4noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-42960912591211460692012-11-08T17:18:40.434-06:002012-11-08T17:18:40.434-06:00Awww, poor Mario, I&#39;ll keep fingers crossed fo...Awww, poor Mario, I&#39;ll keep fingers crossed for him. I guess everybody in the world knew this, but I found out recently that cats&#39; sense of smell gets less as they get older, and so their interest in food wanes. Who knew, right? Which is maybe why they like tuna so much, &#39;cause it&#39;s so stinky? For us right now, pureeing the canned cat food is working (so relieved!) Hugs to you and Mario! You know you guys are my big on my hero list.Stlcatlady1noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-19530400306271653392012-11-04T20:39:33.460-06:002012-11-04T20:39:33.460-06:00Sometimes it takes expirementation to figure out w...Sometimes it takes expirementation to figure out what they want. We&#39;re going thru that with food right now. Mario is tired of the same old stuff, but doesn&#39;t like anything new either. Sigh!@mariodacatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-15590013687220842032012-08-29T10:32:33.657-05:002012-08-29T10:32:33.657-05:00Makes you realize that it&#39;s the little things ...Makes you realize that it&#39;s the little things we do...the little ripples...that can make big waves. Whether we smile at strangers, sit on the porch, make suprise gifts of excess produce, keep our yards pretty, have aggressive friends, let our dogs run amok, play our music too loud too often... it can make or break the feel of a whole block of people. You are my constant reminder to be-and be friendly- in my front yard!Constance Cafazzanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-37821774747596490412012-08-23T19:55:02.112-05:002012-08-23T19:55:02.112-05:00what a great, if ultimately sad, story... but i...what a great, if ultimately sad, story... but it holds promise that things may change for the better.photoglyphnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-23313815123044274642012-07-23T16:46:52.353-05:002012-07-23T16:46:52.353-05:00my friend it hurts my heart to know that you are ...my friend it hurts my heart to know that you are in such pain, you have been a rock for me and i will always be here for you...i may only be a small stone but i can still be your rock and i wish i could be the rock you could throw at those that cause pain .....but life is a boomerang it will come back to them.....Rosemariebessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-61198078281821298842012-07-23T14:14:46.364-05:002012-07-23T14:14:46.364-05:00Just my unpopular two-cents here.
1. at least try...Just my unpopular two-cents here. <br />1. at least try to stop viewing/describing your depression as incurable, chronic, and never going away. I mean, science may or may not deem it so, but science is ALWAYS proven wrong in some way or another, at some point or another, and there&#39;s a lot to be said for at least TRYING to control negative self talk.<br />2. Your neighbors are douchebags. You are very smart and resourceful and I bet you would be GREAT at coming up with an economical and fun home-made bomb and you are well within your rights (_I_ think) to blow those ass-clowns the hell out of town and out of your life.<br />3. ...employing the actions of #2 would probably help you with that doomsday self talk in suggestion #1. <br /><br />(of course, I&#39;m just kidding you about all of this...except the bombing part...;)Constantiainnocentinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-55204677053571479712012-07-23T12:42:24.963-05:002012-07-23T12:42:24.963-05:00that was lovely! I want to comfort you and hold y...that was lovely! I want to comfort you and hold you and let you know all will be well. I want to go hurt the one who has hurt you. I am hoping this is part of your blog and not you personally because it makes me hurt for you and I want you happy.Barbara Endersnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-14254378440272893292012-02-15T23:01:12.879-06:002012-02-15T23:01:12.879-06:00all loves forgotten and all fears resolved
There ...all loves forgotten and all fears resolved<br /><br />There is the nugget of it. If we could just get free of the loves and the fears. If we are dying now and we didn&#39;t care about the loves and we didn&#39;t think about the fears maybe we would just die peacefully. I am watching a friend die of cancer. She will cross over soon. She desperately does not want to die. She cries and sobs about it. She wants to see her son get married among other things. Her loves are too large to deny.Annanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-64776908811970116712012-02-03T18:42:40.466-06:002012-02-03T18:42:40.466-06:00Definitely, YES!!! Still waiting for that Beta cop...Definitely, YES!!! Still waiting for that Beta copy to read--but not to rush you, you understand! Take the time you need! I&#39;ll be here!Celianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-61707573222920744052012-02-02T21:19:46.555-06:002012-02-02T21:19:46.555-06:00Aww, ty ty, and Thank you for reading! It&#39;s kn...Aww, ty ty, and Thank you for reading! It&#39;s knowing that people read that keeps me writing. And, erm, that&#39;s a good thing, right? :-DStlcatladynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-27301359604559691112012-02-02T21:18:31.732-06:002012-02-02T21:18:31.732-06:00I know, it&#39;s weird when that happens, right? T...I know, it&#39;s weird when that happens, right? The ideas seem to floating around out there, and then one hits you on the head and says, &quot;talk about me!!&quot; Chances are the guy with the bumper sticker was NOT in the 1 percent, so, indeed, the fair share wasn&#39;t in his wallet. I guess for me, I keep struggling to simplify, to combat the materialism, to treat everyone with respect, whether I feel they deserve it or not. And that&#39;s hard! Cause I pretty much want to whack people when they do something completely insensitive. I guess we just keep doing our best, and picking ourselves up when we fail to do our best, and hope the universe has a sense of humor. Thanks for reading!Stlcatladynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-49124388792003802702012-01-31T00:05:16.788-06:002012-01-31T00:05:16.788-06:00Really love it, Dawn!!!!! You hit the nail on the ...Really love it, Dawn!!!!! You hit the nail on the head!Celianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-75386573930688307682012-01-30T18:15:38.851-06:002012-01-30T18:15:38.851-06:00There must be something in the collective unconsci...There must be something in the collective unconsciousness about sharing. I was behind a man in a car with a bumper sticker &quot;Your &quot;fair share&quot; isn&#39;t in MY wallet.&quot; Oh the conversation we could have had.Mandy Pedigonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-29032725181273961142011-10-26T16:07:58.417-05:002011-10-26T16:07:58.417-05:00So, Gentle Readers, we are trying out a new commen...So, Gentle Readers, we are trying out a new comment widget. Let us know what you think!stlcatladynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-92020099854665884102011-10-26T16:07:57.884-05:002011-10-26T16:07:57.884-05:00It seems easy enough to leave a comment.It seems easy enough to leave a comment.Rahiranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-42488609278001010482011-10-26T16:07:55.805-05:002011-10-26T16:07:55.805-05:00But you have to leave your email address to commen...But you have to leave your email address to comment. That&#39;s a little irritating. There&#39;s no way to be anonymous?Jemnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-14364771085577284862011-10-26T16:07:55.116-05:002011-10-26T16:07:55.116-05:00It&#39;s nice the way the comments are threadedIt&#39;s nice the way the comments are threadedTreasure Cathttp://www.facebook.com/people/Treasure-Cat/100002518083602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-5235517911315017522011-10-11T22:24:26.453-05:002011-10-11T22:24:26.453-05:00I have had depression for over seven years. Quite ...I have had depression for over seven years. Quite a few times, my counselors insisted on sending me to a hospital instead letting me go home. What does the depression feel like? To me, it is like I fell into a universe alone. There it was dark, cold , and terribly silent; and the more I struggled to get out of it, the faster it kept shrinking---- making me suffocated day in and day out. The difficult time is nights: Staring at the ceiling in the midnight, quite a few times, I terrifyingly and evidently heard sighs right beside my pillow; tears dropped out of the corner of my eyes falling down to the pillow, making big sounds, but I did not even sense it. The first moment when I woke up my mind was blank; but immediately the tide of depression overwhelmed my mind, soul and whole body: one more day started.<br /><br />Perhaps, the worst thing of depression is that I had been diagnosed by people with different &quot;diseases&quot;. My friends thought I am too weak, or have too many negative attitudes; my christian friends believed my depression rooted from my pride, from not being willing to surrender myself to God. Eventually I isolated myself from everyone, for I know I&#39;ve got a modern leprosy and I don&#39;t want my people get infected. Every morning on bed, I repeated the same to myself: give me a reason why I should start this day. <br /><br />Thanks to God, my PhD program eventually finished before I kill myself. Whenever people address me &quot;Dr. &quot;, I have an impulse to wipe out that sound in the air. It almost costs my whole life. Is it worthy? Not at all. I hope I had not started that irresponsible PhD program. Perhaps because I am single and am a foreigner, I suffered more than my painful classmates. Depression is a long term battle. I would not say I have completely walked out of it. Though I eventually get out of the endless dark tunnel, it comes back and forth still. <br /><br />When I read your blog, my tears welled up to my eyes. I found another soul with similar pain. Will stop by here often. <br /><br />Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-14189339959023084912011-09-08T18:17:40.957-05:002011-09-08T18:17:40.957-05:00he he - sounds like a really fun day at your house...he he - sounds like a really fun day at your house.Mariodacat (Mario's human mom)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07600880780597061337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801242450834225954.post-73842262312065022062011-07-23T06:38:46.246-05:002011-07-23T06:38:46.246-05:00Cool poem. You express yourself so well with word...Cool poem. You express yourself so well with words.Mariodacathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07600880780597061337noreply@blogger.com